[Nantuko Joe]

it seems hotdogs doesn't fill the gap in my stomachs !
i could eat 24 hotdogs in a row and still has that hunger.

Now, about how much do you weigh, and what is your body fat %? Because 24 hotdogs in a row and still being hungry.....have you ever heard of the hotdog eating contest (I forget if it's at Jersey Shore or somewhere in NY), because those guys eat like 9+ hotdogs in a minute. maybe you should join next year

i was coming back from my friend one night, around 8 PM and i saw that fountain near the pavement. it was at about 1 foot of it. i don't what passed in my head when i decided to try and ride my bike between the two

anyway, my parents were wondering why i said them GOOD NIGHT at about 8:30 PM. the next morning i woke-up in my bed with BLOOD all over my clothes and bed ! my parents saw me while they were doing the breafast and they were like...

MOM:"what happenned to you ?"
ME:"what ? nothing i just woke-up, why ?"
FATHER:"look in the mirror !"
*looks in the mirror*
*now know why my left eyes didn't wanted to open completely*

had a big bump on my head.
had a the left eye completely red with blood.
had blood all over my face from nose to mouth.
had shaking problems with boths hands.
and i had no strengh that morning !

finished at the hospital cause of that big bump and passed 2 days there because the doctors weren't sure if that BLOOD ACCUMULATING on my head would end.
lucky me it did !

all this because some idea got onto my head for some reason !
don't know what i was thiking that day !

what's funny was seeing my bike after that.
it was complete JUNK after the event, i was wondering how i could have rided it back to my house !

Listen to this bit of irony (or coincidence):

In the summer RIGHT BEFORE 8th grade, I was hanging out at my friend's house with a few other kids. It was mad-hot outside, and we were gonna ride our bikes "downtown" to buy some water balloons. Now, my bike was broken (it was a piece-of-$hit Huffy), so I was gonna ride my friend's old racing bike (the kind with the gearshift as two levers on the stem of the bike). Here's the irony...

I was riding HOME to get my bike helmet, when I forgot that I was riding my friend's bike. You see, my old bike normally had the front brake disconnected because the rims were so bent up. The bike I was riding, however, still had the front brake connected. I accidentally jam on the front brake, and flip over the handlebars, landing chin-first on the pavement. I'm about to get up, but something smashes me in the back of the head and knocks me back down--the bike flipped over, and that wack gearshift smashed me right in the back of the skull.

Back at my friend's house, they were all talking, but one kid was watching me ride home and saw me bail. "Hey guys," he goes, "Joe just bailed!"

Now I'm laying in my neighbor's driveway with a bike on my head. "SON OF A FCUKING BIOTCH!!!" I scream. Then my vision turned red.

Next thing I know, my dad is sitting there with a hose, soaking my head and trying to get the blood out of my hair. He runs inside and grabs my mom's FAVORITE beige towel and throws it on my head. Within seconds, it's now gonna be my mom's favorite CRIMSON towel. I'm sitting there cursing my head off while my dad takes the hose and washes away the pools of blood on my neighbor's and my own driveway. Then I'm saying "We should go to the hospital." My dad, not wanting to get his car all bloody, gives me a half-assed excuse: "I don't know what insurance card to bring. Let's wait for your mother."

"You don't know which one to bring? Bring them both, you moron!"

"No, I might bring the wrong one. Just wait."

So there I am, sitting for like a half hour holding a bloody towel to my head, feeling nauseas (sp), and borderline lapsing into the unconsciousness. Then my mom pulls in and sees me with a bloody towel around my head.

"George, why didn't you bring him to the hospital?" she asks
"I didnt' know which insurance card to bring!" he said
"You should have brought them both!" (exactly what I said)

They take me to the hospital, where they dispense of my mom's once-beige towel, and sit me down and I get ten stitches to sew up the hole in my head. I got the stitches, and had my head wrapped in an ace bandage-type of deal for a week, and I wasn't allowed to shampoo (my beutiful hair, noo!). I still have the scar to prove it, you can see it whenever I shave my head.

I've got a $hitload more stories, but the post would be too long. Pretty much, I'm a walking accident.

my dare was to kiss 100 woman i did it and i got $30.00 i did't get in 3 day

If you do the math (keep in mind aj is a 12-year-old), one can conclude that there are better chances of Natalie Portman showing up on my doorstep begging for lovin' than aj kissing 100 women.